Bud: Can guts talk?
Bud: No, guts.
Me: Guts? What the he…OH!
(Here I realized I told my husband to do what his gut is telling him. Mowing tractors…big decisions!)
Me: No, guts can’t really talk. It’s just an expression we use when we have a feeling about something and have to make a decision.
Bud: So guts don’t really talk?
Me: Nope, unless you are hungry and it starts…never mind…
I’m not looking forward to the sex talk. I can safely pawn that off on his father, right?